Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iceland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.